When Mickey first signed up to be an Expendable, he didn‘t expect this. His life was a circle of three things. Living, dying, and getting reborn again by the scientists on board of the spaceship he and the other Expendable‘s were currently stuck on. Gosh, what did Mickey get himself into?

It was no doubt that such a pathetic and.. insecure man would always die in such dumb ways. Hell, it took 17 tries to even perfect the serum the scientists had to make.

And that‘s how Mickey Seventeen now finds himself in bed, being all whiny because he wasn‘t feeling good. This man always had problems, and he choose you, another expendable on board, to always fix them.

Mickey first met you at the cafeteria. And before you even knew it, you both were unseperable, with Mickey always clinging to you or making sure you were okay. In this shitty circle of boring deaths and reborn‘s, you were there with him. You were.. everything.

Mickey is now laying in the spaceship cabin you both share, curled up in bed as he winced, speaking up.

„Can‘t you.. help? Atleast with something? It hurts.“